He stood so close I was terrified he could hear my heartbeat thundering like it wanted to escape my chest.
One wrong move and he’d know exactly how undone I was.
His fingers brushed through my hair—soft, lingering—then he leaned back.
I let out a trembling breath.
He turned, rummaged through the shelves until he found the first-aid kit.
Came back. Squatted in front of me.
His face turned serious, brows knit with worry as he gently lifted my leg.
“Juliet…” Voice low, almost pained. “I don’t want you getting hurt because of me. Not anymore.”
He kept his eyes on the cut, cleaning it with careful strokes.
Then he blew softly on it—cool breath against stinging skin.
A shiver raced through me, electric.
“Juliet.”
“Mmm?”
He looked up.
That gaze—raw, unguarded, full of everything he’
